Black is the jet black color of the Mafia’s coats.
Black is like a cold dark night
Black is like a raven singing its song.
Black is a bullet taking someone’s life.
Black tastes like meat just off the grill
Black smells like burning rubber
Black sounds like the squealing of dieing things
Black feels like smooth metal sheets.
Black looks like emptiness
Black makes me feel lonely
Black is the color of nothing.
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Written June 2nd, 2006
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Interesting
I liked your poem and the way you defined the "blackness". I think my favorite line was the last line. I don't know why, but it stood out to me. Good work.
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its just the poem from LA...i like stare death down better...
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that's good..i like the mafia part
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